Life is Cruel: "I saw Shadow kissing Santa Claus."

[Victor Hades]

Life is Cruel:
"I saw Shadow kissing Santa Claus."

I am too dangerous now
Not even hurt when stairs fell down
Be pushed by you I hit my head
My nose broke but
Soon you be dead
Soon you be dead

So strong, my face is
You punch, break fingers
Kick me, you're limping
Stab me, you're bleeding
I am be dangerous now
You throwing rock at me
Hit eye and it not hurt me
I'm strong
You're not
You're not

I'm making time for fighting
I'm clearing time for hitting
We'll meet and I will beat you
Our schedules permitting
I pick out fighting outfit
Don't want my pants too tight
Need clothes to breathe to beat you
You'll be beaten down tonight

Hades Journal:
Friday-December 18, 2009

"I've finally understood the risk of what should fall upon my career, my reputation, my LIFE should I fail this task Sunday. I've come to terms with what should follow, should I hesitate to live up to my word... But I will not allow myself to fail; I will not allow this to bring down my career by any means. This match is nothing more than another match, another opportunity to continue my climb up the mountain. I'm ready to use any tool at my disposal, whether I have to kick, rip, pull, or knock Shadow's beaver-like teeth out. Whether or not I have to claw, scratch, tear, or sever the flesh from his overgrown redneck body. Whether or not I have to snap, crackle, pop, or shatter EVERY last 206 bones of his fucking body. I'm ready to pry, rip, and separate his arms from their sockets just to beat him with them upside his thick-skull. Tonight Shadow has no fucking clue what lies in store for him, and it truly is going to be a rude fucking awakening..."

"On a side note-mysteriously having crept back into my life now Sindy Black has come back from the dead. The woman I onced loved with every drop of my former beating and breaking heart... A heart which has not thawed has not cracked, and which has not become a different shade of black since the day she left me. Why did she have to do that to me? Why couldn't I have just let myself lose control around her and kill her, just like my instincts told me to do in the first place? No, instead I had to try and be human, which ends up causing everyone - especially me - more pain and confusion than necessary."

"She just had to taunt the monster in me, test the boundaries I had so carefully placed around my heart. I was a monster in two senses - one, that I could kill her if I got too angry or was testing my ability to go without tasting my own blood for so long, and two, that I tortured the ones I loved. But I never cared for her... Yet I’ve used Angela to get to her, my first true love, but she has “changed” now. If she really didn’t care for me she wouldn’t be still sitting here. I’m not even sure if I really give a damn..."

"A heartless, cruel monster I am.
But she had to come close to me, and pierce me with her beautiful eyes in a way that made my dead heart flutter. My brain wasn't functioning correctly - my body wanted her, and she was making it clear that she wanted me too. And then my brain snapped on and everything came back to reality. She didn't want me. She thought if she tore down my walls, she would win this fight, and I wasn't having that. I won’t have that, let the games begin..."

"Meanwhile I've found a new part of myself, a part that simply has no limits, no distractions, no weakness, only a drive programmed into my brain set on one thing. Success. Obtaining every last bit of success as possible if I have to bleed, cheat, outsmart, out-think, and cause whatever pain necessary to every last opponent in my way. These hands have caused so much pain since they were made; I nearly tore my mother's organs apart as she brought me into this world. These hands have taken so many lives, these hands have spilt so much blood, and these hands have helped hold me up. These hands that write these words are the cause and blame for my success as well as my mistakes, these hands are held accountable for my enemies hate, their pain, and their losses. These hands I carry will strike down anything in my path that separates me from my destiny."

"These hands are hungry once more, hungry for faces to destroy, championships to hold, blood to stain, and careers to end. These hands are eager to get a hold of God, and repay him for the life of misery he has given me..."

"Tonight, these hands get a hold of you Shadow...because tonight these hands will leave an ever-lasting impression on your face."


The unsuspected surprise surely had caught him off his guard, but it did quite lighten his mood he was slipping into. A woman whom he'd known for over a decade, finally slipping back into his life during the most important time of his career…. A risky move he teased himself although he knew he could handle it, her presence alone would only help pick up the pace. Angela was more of an acquaintance in his eyes, a toy you pick up and only play with once or twice before putting it back down. She quite obviously had become the last thing on his mind...

Sindy-"I've seen you on TV. Lately, looks to me like you don't need the acting-you're perfectly good at portraying yourself."

Sindy poked with her words.

Victor Hades-"I wouldn't be so good at it if it weren't so true, besides I can't portray myself unless it is myself."

Sindy giggles quietly under her breath, sipping her drink once more.

Sindy-"A bit in love with yourself…?"

Victor smiles.

Victor Hades-"With all of my cold black little heart..."

Sindy shakes her head slowly, obviously showing her amusement at how little Hades had changed since they'd last met. A cold, cruel, violent, maniacal, and terrifying man-which side would anyone else want him on? She knew this very well, the very same reason she became so attracted to Hades in the first place.

Sindy-"So, aside from avoiding prison, slitting throats in cold blood, and turning every place you travel to a living Hell... what else has Victor Hades done lately?"

She asks playfully as she tilts her head back and fourth, assuming there are more bloody, naughty, exciting little details she's dying to hear that he has not told her...

Victor rests his tattooed forearms along the edge of the wooden bar counter and exhales softly, turning his head back towards her for a moment to get a glimpse of those enticing green eyes...

Victor Hades-"Sunday night is our last Pay-Per-View of the year, and my boss is trying to make it the biggest one yet. I'm going up against this prick named "Shadow", we're calling it a "Deck the Halls" match."

Sindy slowly perks a brow and smiles a bit puzzled.

Sindy-"A guy who literally calls himself "Shadow" and "Deck the Halls match", oh-kay..."

Victor sips his drink and smirks slowly shaking his head before placing it back down, turning to Sindy as he hopes to better explain..

Victor Hades-"Forget the name and don't bother trying to understand, most of the guys do the same thing anyway..."

Victor holds back a burst of laughter as his skin tone flashes a shade of red, while brushing his hand past his lips as he regains his composure. Smiling a little at the thought before clearing his throat, as Sindy holds her puzzled expression...

Victor Hades-"Deck the Halls stipulation is more or less a steel cage match, but since it's Christmas we're tuning it up a little. Barbed wire and christmas decorations lighting up the cage, light-tubes are decorated as candy canes, presents filled with weapons, anything Christmas-y really."

Sindy nods listening carefully, a type of woman who gets turned on by violence, after all she was a wolf in sheep's clothing. A cold blooded murderer disguised as a beautiful irresistable woman.

Sindy-"So, what must the love life be like for Victor Hades, lately? I suspect being a tv megastar and a fresh celebrity, it's gotten you plenty of the exposure you'd need for the ladies. That is I'm sure of course, you need a steel chair to swat them away with..."

Sindy imitates with a slightly mischievous smirk, sipping the last few drops of her drink...

Victor Hades-"None actually."

Victor responds softly maintaining a straight face, laughing at himself along the inside knowing it was a flat out lie. The woman lying along his bed back at the hotel he may have wanted dead, but she may have just provided use for him after all...

Sindy-"No worries love, it just means no filthy skanks for me to leave treadmarks on or scrawny necks to slit open like a dispenser..."

Sindy mumbles at a whisper gently wrapping her tiny arms around Victor's tattoo-sleeved one, pulling herself into him as she rests her head to his tricep... She was toying with him again, pushing buttons and testing his emotions... Now it was time to string the kitten and play along as well, and Victor knew exactly how to do it...

Victor Hades-"You really have missed me that much?"

Victor tilts his head down looking to her soft-skinned, beautiful and flawless-figured face as she turns her attention to him. Inches from one another as she nods slightly, growing closer to touching his lucid lips with her own...


Suddenly Victor stops moving.


Victor Hades-"Ignorant little girl. You really thought you had me. You should really get some new tricks..."

Victor stares back through her eyes having read right through her from the beginning, while fighting not to break out in full laughter. Carefully her eyes fell to the ground, while he resisted the idea of her actually wanting this monster. He slipped off the stool and vanished out the door and out of sight before she could lift her head, yet he already knew what her next move would be...

She would come looking for him and she would find him, she would want him again and he would let her think she had him.

12 hours later...

It's nearly dawn, Sunday morning...

Jogging along the beautiful view that is Orange County's finest beach, he prepares himself for one of the most brutal and intense match-ups of his career in APW. Pushing himself harder and harder as he races up and down some of the biggest hills he can find. Pumping his arms and breathing to his best ability as sweat pours down his face, small beads getting into his eyes but not slowing him down for a split second.

The warmth of the sun coming up over the horizon along the ocean beats into the back of his white hoodie, pulled firmly over his head as his iPod blares "Otep: "Rise. Rebel. Resist." through his ears only fueling his adrenaline. Today he was ready to face off against an up and coming star, today he was ready to test himself in the Land of the Giants, today he was determined to once and for all silence and slay the ogre-drooling piss-ant known as Shadow.

Digging his toes into the sand he stepped out onto the beach to stretch, gathering his thoughts to what had finally brought him this far in his career. It hadn't been friends, it hadn't been his boss, his family, his name, or any set-up plans of any sort. It had been him and him alone all along, walking the long, painful road out of Hell to reach that mountain. Climbing his way to the top and risking his life to throw anyone who tried to stop him off, and refusing to look back down at anyone beneath him. Kicking his black and red Nike Shockz off and brushing them aside, he begins "shadow-boxing" as he starts to jog. Mentally picturing "Shadow" before him as he swings, jukes, ducks, and swings again visualizing the fight.

Shadow was nothing more than a man who made competitors laugh and little children run crying for their mother's tit, Shadow was no monster-not anymore at least. Shadow had become something lesser than a man, while lacking originality and a sense of creativity... Shadow had become overrated in his own image, a man who got off on himself every single night. This is just a few of many facts others had pointed out as well and that alone was all the more that needed to be said.

Kicking sand as he continues to sprint down the beach a wave of comfort and determination fell over him, as if he felt truly prepared to go the limits. To fight until there was no fight left in him, to get up any second his body hit the canvas, to push beyond every limitation he has with every last breath within him. The only thing left was to step into that Barbed-Wire Steel cage, and face his egotistical self-loving opponent Shadow...

A sensitive and humorless feeble-minded adversary whom didn't carry the drive he had, the focus, the determination, the hunger, and the will to live up to his every last word. Losing was no longer an option tonight, beat down, break apart, and bleeding Shadow dry was the only consideration left...

Victor Hades was ready to bring in the holidays and a new year, with a history-making and dominating victory over the undeserving, unwanted piece of shit that is Shadow.

Shadow would certainly be going down tonight, faster than a fat bitch in a beauty pageant...

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[glow=red,2,300]Christmas Chaos 2009 Promo: Part II

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The scene opens inside the empty locker room backstage at the Staples Center in Victor Hades' hometown of Los Angeles, California. Panning around a wide corner to focus upon a small fireplace set up in the corner of the room beside the metal lockers. Carefully positioned beside the fireplace a few feet away Victor Hades comes into view sitting comfortably, resting back in a crimson red leather chair with a pleasant and frightening smile upon his face. The dim lighting gives the fireplace a menacing glow upon his face as he glares to the lens, as damp strands of his black hair run down his face. Strapped up and suited in his best ring wear and ready for war as he sits in his Pay-Per-View attire, covered up by a jet black wool robe of some kind.

"Before I begin tonight, I'd like to wish all of you viewers at home a very shitty and cold fucking Christmas. Thank you for selling out and making my paychecks such a great present this year. Next I would like to address a matter that has had everyone including myself stumped for months recently. Aside from the speculation, the hinting, the stereotypical rants, and the homosexual jokes, I've found the answer to the one question on everyone's mind..."

Hades holds up the framed picture in his hand as he turns it around with a look of disgust, as it turns into a smug-like grin. Facing the framed photograph towards the camera lens...

"I told you I was right all along you horrendous, overgrown, cock-loving, queer-joke cracking piece of shit. I knew you were in love with Santa, hell and apparently sitting on Biggs' lap as Santa's little bitch was the big secret. I'm...shocked...I must say, I know Biggs loves the ladies and is straight as an arrow but you Shadow-you disappoint and disturb me. You sick fuck..."

Slowly lowers the framed photo setting it carefully into his lap, shaking his head knowing he was right all along from the start.

“Speaking of Shadow, I’ve come to realize with all of his pitiful and child-like homosexual jokes-the man is simply so deep in the closet he’s found Christmas presents. Thus explaining, his wild and overwhelming redneck companionship with Slade Craven...”

“A kitten as you so eloquently put it, is that right? Just remember this fucking cat still has nine lives asshole, and sharp claws to tear your god damn skin right off the bones-don’t underestimate me if you want to walk away still breathing…and that’s if I let you. All you are is a perpetuator of stereotypes and inadequacy. You walk around making jokes about keeping or beating me down into “my place” and destroying me and all that other meaningless bullshit you spewed, when really, you’re just saying it all because you can’t come to terms with your own inadequacy. You feel like you don’t stack up in comparison to the talent I have. You can talk as much shit as your heart desires until your breath smells like a septic tank, because your wrestling skill sure as hell already does. I bet it eats you up alive inside, like maggots eating away a polluted and rotting corpse, just the thought of how much better I truly am than you. How someone like you so beloved by these fans, so supported and motivated, can be outworked, outshined, outsmarted, and simply outsold by a sadistic sick motherfucker like me. These people come to hate me, from all across the world these people gather around just to scream and shout at me. While for someone like you, it’s a god damn miracle if not a dream come true you barely get to hear them chant your name, strange isn’t it?”

Pausing briefly as he snickers audibly to himself, thinking back to every label Shadow as desperately tried to throw upon him.

“Unlike 2/3 of this roster I actually do pray you have the spine to show up, not like these pathetic ignorant no-showing fucks that sponge on the sight of a paycheck. Because regardless of what you may THINK you’ve still got nothing Shadow, as I said before-you’ve been trying to grind it out on this little “Overdrive Championship” reign you had, the fact is you aren’t consistent, you’re not fucking intimidating, you’ve got about the ring presence and intimidation factor as that of a Girl Scout selling cookies.”

“Do me, the millions upon millions of poor souls watching, as well as the entire roster, by yourself a new spacesuit, and bring your ass back down to Earth. That trip around Mars or Space Mountain or wherever the fuck you and your redneck buddies have been, apparently hasn’t seemed to help your brain capacity function properly. You see, you and the “A.K.A Dumbshit-Rednecks” haven’t done anything history-making; you haven’t made any ground-breaking impacts, you haven’t cut any unforgettable promos, and you haven’t made shit for money. You look at someone like me, and all it takes is a simple beat-down, a kidnapping, hell even backstage promo and I’m on the front page. I can be hated to Hell and back and these motherfuckers can help but eat it up to the very last crumb. That’s just the icing on the cake Shadow, you can be taking your title shots we all know you won’t live up to here, and I can sit back and do my thing and still make more progress than you ever will. That’s the reality of it all, I can simply do what you cannot, and that is live up to my fucking word.”

Victor raises his arm from the armrest and points directly towards the camera, extending an index finger as if pointing straight to Shadow himself through the camera lens.

“Honestly going into this Holiday cluster-fuck of what some people call a “match”, while I see it simply as nothing but an all-out bloody fucking massacre. I don’t know if you’re more focused on getting off on your next shot at Biggs, or how your ass looks in the new leather ring attire you ripped-off one of the crackwhores in some stripper’s dressing room. Who knows if you’re busy getting focused preparing for war or a pig-humping contest with your buddy Slade Craven? Truthfully I don’t know if I’ll climb into that ring and you try to do the dosey-do, you fucking queer-joke popping inbred. So why don’t you shut that shit-foaming mouth of yours, stop walking around acting like a tool with a twig stuck up his ass, and start acting like a professional wrestler than can hopefully get the job done. Wait, that’s right-you couldn’t piss on yourself if you were on fire to save yourself.”

“Check the fact books, you ignorant excuse for a fuck up. How do you sit there ranting while you shit on my accomplishments, MY dedicated hard work, while not losing ANY credibility yourself? You don’t care that I have been a former International and reigning United States Champion, you don’t care that I have main-evented, while you opened up the show? That I have ENDED careers while you were simply a stepping-stone to boosting others, that must be some intense anger you’re feeling realizing how fucking stupid you must be for dismissing such clear FACTS.”

Pauses, looking rather disgusted by Shadow's rants and actions.

"Answer me this, if you cannot simply stand the thought of putting your career, your reputation, your LIFE on the line in a match you aren’t ready for-a match you DIDN’T want to be a part of...why the fuck are you even wrestling this match? Why don’t you go about doing something that helps you seem important, like milking or sucking off your cows, and playing a banjo with a bunch of dumb rednecks around a campfire, because nobody else here gives a shit about it? If you can simply shrug off and spit on the fact I’m destined for greater success, then I recommend you pack your bags, and get the fucking hell out of my ring, because you’re only wasting your time here. I have EVERYTHING any wrestler with a brain and beating heart to succeed has, and if you can’t see or simply respect that, you can go fuck yourself."

"Those people, who are inferior, simply walk past you. They step on you, you get stuck to the bottom of there shoes, like a piece of gum. Eventually your stick wears off, and eventually you're simply just there. Not moving anywhere, you're just there out in the open. Reminds me of my former self, once upon a time a long time ago… Then this sick motherfucker comes along and scoops your ass up, seconds before stuffing your big and tall ass down the garbage disposal. I don’t too kindly to trash littering on my playground, asshole. You see this here is you and you’re "legacy", and your entire career with the APW Company. You see Shadow; you're at the peak of all peaks of your "career" heading into this match. Shadow, there is no going any higher than this for you...To see you, you throw it away, is going to twist and turn my stomach. But I’m going to be the very reason, the exact reason why, you fell from that mountain. The fans will watch in horror while I simply look on with a smile, as your body crashes to the canvas-and you're body paralyzes upon its crash landing."

Smirks.

"These people don't waste their money to see the un-deserving, the un-talented, and the un-intelligent... These people don't waste their money to come and see YOU Shadow, fuck no, I don't have to work up the crowd or be their hero. The truth is though; they look to me and rely on Victor fucking Hades to give them their money's worth. I ALMOST feel sorry for your pal Slade, even though I believe him to be just as worthless as you. He on the other hand is getting title shots left and right-tonight, the World Heavyweight Championship. He couldn't carry you along to win the Tag-Team Championship, so why carry dead-weight when he can simply pull out a knife and cut it off? Speaking of which-IF you walk into that arena this Sunday, thinking you’re going to win? Well, then you’ve set your expectations a little bit too high, much like the seat of your fucking high-horse. And when your big dumbass falls? You can run home crying and bitching to Slade, so he simply could bitchslap a band-aid over your wound, and hopefully some common sense into that thick skull of yours."

"Oh wait, "common sense"? It’s obvious you’re a few dollars short there on that amigo. The way you've tried to dust off your short-comings, your PATHETIC fucking title loss, shows me that you have a "great" sense of humor. According to you, I can only beat you with your back turned. Or I can only beat you when you’ve grown wore down by someone else in the match, or jumping you simply from behind backstage. That’s oh-so amazing..."

"I’m quite pleased though, I’m content to see you’ve mentioned and drug through the dirt my fall from grace. My uneventful fall from the top of the mountain, to a point at which “ranks somewhere beneath you” apparently. Well it looks like I’ll have to climb my way back up then, won’t I? I’m not going to simply reach the top of the mountain just on my own will I? It does sort of tickle me thought just thinking about it, that some once “undefeated” jackass like you cramps your neck having to look up and see me, while you’ve tried to stand there literally looking down on me. Yet there you stand a piece of shit nobody, the piece of shit nobody who points up at someone who has succeeded and accomplished much more than you ever have? And then, proceed to claim that there the ones to fail and simply just fall? Clean out your ears, newsflash jackass: you haven’t reached such heights to claim a bullshit statement like that, so my burning ears would appreciate it, if you would open your eyes, clean out your ears, open your mouth, and ram a brick down your fucking throat."

"What could fucking possibly give you the right, no the ridiculous thought that I am going nowhere? Sure, I had a slow start yet much faster than yours, which did not disappoint millions of people who paid to ‘boo’ me and begin to utterly hate my presence. I fucking topped it off with a career-ending victory over Jesse Nunez and his entire family. I don’t know if any of this let alone my resume has fucked up your depth perception, but clearly I’ve been standing in the Main-Event picture far longer than you have. Yet I still can’t help but notice you’ve still seemed confused to as just who the hell I am, and what exactly I am truly capable of, do I have to carve into your flesh, do I have to beat you beyond repair, do I have to put your body through its limits, do I have to simply END your career, simply to remind you?"

"I’ve got a career path paved and carved in casualties and corpses Shadow, and come Christmas Chaos it will be no different. Whether I have to pave the fucking canvas with your bruised and broken corpse if not your ego, I’ll grab a cookie cutter and carve your fucking face into it. So the real question is what success have you carried, what path have you paved, what unforgettable mark have you made? Christmas Chaos at Deck the Halls inside that steel barbed-wire cage, I’ll leave my fucking unforgettable mark on you. See Shadow you can’t even cut it at the lowest form of championship gold in this company, what fucking chance do you possibly stand against me now? You’re throwing all your money and chips out on the table, hoping they can stack up high enough to get the job done; gambling against the Devil isn’t quite the most brilliant idea. I’m not going to have to gamble, I already know-the fact is I’ll kick those chips from the table, I’ll put you in your place, and you’ll go down faster than Santa Claus can fit his big red fat-ass down the chimney. Tis’ the Season Shadow, for you to tell Santa this year the only thing you want-is going to be mercy from Victor fucking Hades….mercy, you aren’t going to fucking get."

[ Fade to black... ]

THAT'S RIGHT

You're an ugly man
You're as dumb as sand
Your mom's fucking fat
Your mom blew a rat
You are a mistake
You have sex with cake
You think you're so tough
You're a living bluff
I will put you down
I will make you brown
I will make you bleed
I am filled with speed
I cannot feel pain
I might be insane
I am victory
I write history

Feel my fist
On your face
You hear this
I feel great